Amelia"Okay, I'll sign it." I asked for his pen, squatted on one knee and signed it immediately.I stood straight and gave the contract back to him."Amy? Is everything okay?" Mom called as she opened the door of the restaurant, coming out. She had a worried expression on her face as she looked from William to me and back."Mom, It's fine. This is William. He's..." I trailed off. What exactly was he? The interviewer? Rowan's lawyer? Friend? He couldn't be the manager because that had to be the man back at the other diner."I'm Amelia's co-worker." He said, giving mom a nod. Was that his way of greeting? "I brought a contract for her to sign."Mom's face lit up."Co-worker? She still has her job?" She asked excitedly. William nodded again. "Oh, thank you so much. Why don't you come in and we'll serve you lunch? It'll be my treat."William took a look at the diner before shaking his head."I can't. You have a full house already. I just came to have this signed and..."He got interrupted
RowanI couldn't decide if Amelia was disaster-prone or just plain stupid. Who walks into someone's bedroom without knocking first? And then she had to interrupt us with that loud crash. Just when it was getting good."I'm sorry." She said quickly, bending to pick up the broken glasses. She had barely touched them when she snatched her fingers back immediately. I saw blood trickle out of her index finger.Raven scoffed next to me, straightening her clothes."Since when do you hire foolish maids?" She asked me, loud enough for Amelia to hear."She's not really my...""I'm sorry. I'll get it cleaned right away." Amelia said, interrupting me.She reached for the broken glasses again, but hissed when they pricked another finger."For fuck's sake!" I snapped. "Just go get a maid to clean it up. And you, get lost."She got up and ran away. I didn't feel bad for yelling. She wasn't a little kid. I mean, who pricks their fingers on broken glass twice in a row?"Sorry, baby, but I've lost my mo
RowanThe pain was so bad, I had to double-check that my eye was still in its socket."Oh my God, Rowan! I'm so sorry." She got off the floor and tried touching me but I slapped her hands away."What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I yelled at her. "Are you trying to blind me?""I tripped. I didn't know it would fly out of my hands and land in your eye.""Just like the first time? When you also tripped and didn't know it would splash all over me? Or the times after that when you dropped the tray and broke the lamp? I should be charging you for damages.""No. I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't...""Get out of my way." I pushed past her and headed back into the house, making my way to the kitchen."Good morning, Mr. Ace. Your breakfast...""Get me an ice bag." I said curtly to the cook and she scrambled to get it.I sat on a stool, covering the eye with my palm while I waited for the ice bag."Rowan, I'm really sorry." Just hearing Amelia's voice was annoying enough.I turned to her."You don't ge
AmeliaRowan was the absolute worst!To say I was pissed was to say the least. I was furious, I was enraged! I mean, who keeps a lamp worth hundreds of thousands of dollars lying around in their living room? Without tempered glass?!Okay, so maybe I was admiring it a little too intensely and accidentally knocked it over because I was leaning in too far, but still... stuff like that belonged in a museum or locked away in a basement.He was just careless. Just like how he left his room door unlocked while he was getting it down with a lady? Who does that? I thought locking doors was step one.I was so embarrassed. I couldn't decide what was worse, having his girlfriend call me a maid or have her call me foolish. It was a tiny mistake anyone could make!I was startled, that was why I wasn't holding the tray properly. Wasn't it enough that the broken glasses cut my fingers? I was trying to fix my mess, the least they could have done was be patient with me, not treat me like a silly little
AmeliaOnce outside, I was at loss for what to do. It was pouring down heavily and I was getting soaked fast. Do I call mom and have her transfer some money to me to pay for a cab?That sounded like a good idea. Anymore minute under the rain might make me sick and unable to return to work the next morning.Not like Rowan would be in any position to get out of bed. His hangover might feel like hell.That was his cup of tea. So much for worrying about someone, he didn't deserve my kindness.I had to worry about me and how to get shelter from the rain.I looked down at my phone, trying to turn it on, it didn't work. I tried again and again, nothing. Either the rain just killed it since it wasn't water resistant, or the battery finally died... I was screwed. I looked around. Rowan's neighbourhood was deserted, not one single car was on the street. I was getting cold, pretty sure that I was going to be sick by morning.I should have been more observant. I should have payed more attention
AmeliaI woke up feeling woozy, my body ached and my throat felt a bit too dry. It was a little hard to get myself to sit up in bed.I looked around me.That wasn't my room.Oh, right! I was in William's house. I had already forgotten what happened the night before. That explained why I woke up with aches, it could be I was coming down with a cold, courtesy of the rain.I pushed myself out of bed, I had to hold the bedside table to steady myself, I was so dizzy. My hand touched something. I looked. It was my phone, charging... it was already at 100%.Did William plug it in? When did he do that? While I was sleeping?! I didn't even hear a thing! That was exactly how exhausted I was.I carefully made my way to the bathroom, wishing I had remembered to spread my wet clothes.When I looked under the sink, the laundry basket was gone and so were my clothes.That was when I remembered the laundry basket wasn't under the sink when I got back into the room after eating. But now it was back..
RowanMy head ached like hell! I could barely even open my eyes. The hang over was killing me.Last thing I could remember, I shoved one of the strippers aside and the other one punched me. We broke out into a full on fist fight and even Ralph and Hillary joined on.Of course the strippers were fired and we were given complimentary drinks, but Raven angrily walked away and I got pissed. I picked up the bottle of whiskey and chugged it down... I couldn't remember anything after that.I stirred, recognising that I was in my bed. How did I get home? Did Ralph call my driver or take me home himself? Nah, he probably called the driver, he'd never leave a night of fun, not even for me.I was mostly mad at Raven, it was her fault afterall. Was she insane?! Of all people, why did it have to be strippers?! How did she expect me to be okay with that?I stirred in the bed as I tried my hardest to sit up despite the raging headache. I looked down at my hands, my fists had several cuts and bruises
Rowan"Good morning, Mr. Ace." She said, smiling at me. That was unexpected, but who was I to complain? I thought she ditched me but there she was even smiling up at me.Though I was a little worried, she looked kind of pale. How did she get home? Or did she even go home at all since she was still wearing the same outfit? At least she was alive and didn't get herself kidnapped or something."You're late." I told her in a stern voice. Her smile didn't leave her face."Yes, I'm sorry."Hmm, her behaviour was kind of fishy. What's with the smile though? There's no way she wasn't mad at me. If not for anything, at least for making her leave without her precious bag.But since she came with another one, I guessed she had a lot more at home."Well, don't just stand there. Go get my coffee.""Right away." She said and left."It didn't cross your mind to introduce me?" Ralph asked. I had already forgotten he was there. It was a good thing Amelia came in when she did, I would have been screwed